She Was Sea

The irony of it all is that I remember when I told him I couldn’t come close to another soul afraid that I might hurt them as I had a pattern of doing so recently, he without losing a breath said, “hurt me”. And by that, I only interpreted his willingness and not his carelessness. And so, I was the one who got hurt instead. He walked away with just a lose sorry hanging from his lips while I cried myself to sleep; for giving myself to someone who cared about nothing but one singular moment.